I was on my phone trying to distract myself from the small space I’ve put myself in. I’d normally take the stairs, but I lived on the eighth floor and I had a meeting in thirty minutes.

Breath in. Breath out.

I was was on my phone trying to ignore the classic dusty metallic smell that surrounded me. The smell isn’t all that different, it still makes me cough with every inhale.

Breath in. Breath out.

I was on my phone when the floor below me shook to a halt causing that feeling you get on the drop of a roller coaster. The few seconds before the door opens always stress me out.

Breath in. Breath out.

I was not on my phone when I realized that the doors would not be opening.

Breath in, breath out.

I was not on my phone when I pressed the call button next to the floor buttons.

Breath in, breath out.

I was not on my phone when I clawed at the doors.

Breath in breath out.

I was not on my phone as I banged on the doors.

Breath in breath out.

Breath in breath out.

I was not on my phone as I screamed, hoping someone would hear me.

Breath in breath out.

Breath in breath out.

Breath in breath out.

I was not on my phone as I cupped my hands to my face, trying to gather my breath back in my lungs.

Breath in breath out.

Breath in breath out.

Breath in breath out.

Breath in breath out.

I was not on my phone when I balled up in the corner.

Breath in breath out.

Breath in breath out.

Breath in breath out.

Breath in breath out.

Breath in breath out.

Breath in breath out.

Breath in breath out.

Breath in breath out.

Breath in breath out.

Breath in breath out.

I was not on my phone when I started crying.

B r e a t h.

I was not on my phone when I finally passed out.